GM Tektite's PFS Destiny of Sands (Inactive)

Game Master Hawkwen Agricola

Arovandeon figures out that the wand is a wand of protection from evil (10 chrgs), the gem is a gem of brightness (2 chrgs), and the ring is a ring of maniacal devices.

Fästenhyme stands guard at the threshold to next chamber; with Mage Hand he sends a torch to the far corner.

"The wand will protect one from evil. The gem creates light and can blind someone, though it only has 2 uses left. This ring is very useful for trapsmiths." Looking about the group, he asks, "It is my opinion that the ring should go to the one most experienced with traps. I have some skill, but is anyone an expert?"

Loenor returns to the group after hearing Arovandeon's statement.

"I am somewhat knowledgeable of traps, having more experience than others of my... skillset."

If no others step forward for the ring, Loenor will accept it and put it on.

Rapunzel cautiously moves forward south, ready for action!

The party edges southward, wary of danger. The arch around the north entrance to this hallway is covered with detailed carvings depicting the life and accomplishments of a female pharaoh. A charred corpse covered in flecks of glass is visible just inside the hallway.

Fastenhyme's torch reveals a large chamber to the south, a table in its center. The are broken ruby fragments strewn on the table and floor.

Knowledge History: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18

Arovandeon takes some notes as he looks around the chamber. "Interesting."

Rapunzel will carefully collect the ruby fragments and stow them away in her adventure's sash.

Stepping over the charred corpse, Rapunzel moves to collect the ruby pieces. As she steps into the hall, a whirlwind of burning, blinding sands materializes and swirls around the elf and Fastenhyme!!!!!

Damage: 8d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 2, 6, 5, 1, 3, 5) = 27 And blinded for one minute. REF DC 17 for half damage and negate the blindness.

Uh, unless Fastenhyme miscounted his HP, he's corpse.

Oh wait, missed there's a save for half

Ref: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

...sigh...

I've got a Character Portfolio I've been meaning to get to Fastenhyme (I know him in RL. Any chance he could use it for a reroll?

Ref: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Rapunzel grabs her face, screaming in pain as she falls to her knees. Her hair spinning around in a crazy tempest attempting to protect her from the whirlwind.

hp: 2/29, blinded 1 min

I've got a Character Portfolio I've been meaning to get to Fastenhyme (I know him in RL. Any chance he could use it for a reroll?

Yeah, that's fine. I was going to let him use mine.

Rapunzel and Fastenhyme manage to survie the deadly trap, not ending up like the charred corpse the elf stepped over.

"Rapunzel! Fästenhyme! Withdraw!" Arovandeon drops his journal to the ground and waves over his companions, then uses his wand to heal them.

Cure Light Wounds Fästenhyme: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Cure Light Wounds Fästenhyme: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Cure Light Wounds Fästenhyme: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Cure Light Wounds Rapunzel: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Cure Light Wounds Rapunzel: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Cure Light Wounds Rapunzel: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Wracked with pain and fighting to remain conscious, Fästenhyme claws his way back to the threshold. Once healed by Aro, he rolls over and hoarsely says, "Don't go in there."
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Still rubbing at her eyes, "I...I...can't see! Arovandeon?"

hp: 10/29, blinded

Loenor checks the hallway to try to figure out what just caused that miasma of hurt and if it will happen again.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17 +1 for traps
D'oh!

Izoki scouts stealthily south using pillars for cover with his eyes widened by Fast's almost fatal misstep.

Stealth: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 17
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

Double d'oh!

"Hold still Rapunzel and let me see your eyes." Arovandeon examines Rapunzel, sifting his memories for any relavant information about magical traps and side-effects including blindness.

Identify a spell effect that is in place - Arcana - 20+spell level
Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (6) + 18 = 24

Arovandeon isn't able to discern the cause of blindess, which was an aspect of the haunt reather than a spell effect, but thankfully, a minute later, Rapunzel's sight returns to her.

Loenor and Izoki don't notice anything else in the hall other than the charred body on the ground.

"Well it doesn't seem permanent." Arovandeon says once Rapunzel is able to see again. Though unable to do much more than state the obvious regarding her sight, he is able to heal more of her other injuries.

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

While the two bold, slightly crispy, adventurers are getting looked at, Loenor moves up to check the poor sod who apparently met the fate which so greedily grabbed for his companions.

Said poor sod had no Folio.

Loenor checks the the poor sod, but finds that any belongings he may have still had have been burnt up when the trap was set. He does find a melted chunk of metal that faintly resembles a broken wayfinder.

"My thanks Arovandeon, I will be more careful." Rapunzel shakes her head as if clearing a fog.

Izoki continues to stealthily walk around the southern perimeter of the room looking for another entrance or secret door.

Stealth: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

Dropping the backpack again, Loenor stands. "Useless. Whatever was in there was destroyed by the trap. Still, we should probably take his wayfinder remains. Someone may want it."

Loenor then joins Izoki in checking walls, looking for traps rather than secret doors.

Perception (traps): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
Stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Izoki and Loenor moves into the last chamber and begin to search.

This large columned chamber shows signs of past comforts, but an ancient battle scorched the walls and ceiling, and cracked and smashed the floor and columns. The remnants of furniture are scattered against the walls, and piles of bodies are stacked in the sleeping alcoves along the south and west walls. A dais crowned with a great, round table rises from the floor in the south part of the room. Three corpses sit around the table as if in conference, each dressed in fine silk robes. A slight breeze whistles through with a sound like a distant, murmuring voice, but there is no sense or meaning in it. An open hallway to the north leads to a natural cavern. Stairs lead downward in the northeast corner of the room, but were buried in stone when the wall collapsed.

Scattered on the floor and the table are the fragments of rudy, Rapunzel noticed.

As they begin to search, you hear sound of footsteps and voices coming toward you.

"We've got company headed our way. Be on your toes! Izoki leans against the nearest pillar while holding steady his aim.

Move to pillar and move action to increase range increment to 50'.

Fästenhyme casts Mage Armor on himself, the moves in next to Izoki.

Stepping quickly away from the entrance, Arovandeon plucks a small vial from his belt, dislodges a wax-sealed cork from the top and swiftly drinks the elixir within. The taste of copper and honey passes his tongue briefly, followed by a tingling numbness ascending the left side of his jaw. There is a sharp sting when it reaches his eye. To the observer it was a startling change - the pupil expands well beyond the normal range, giving his eye the appearance of having turned black. His sight fades from that eye, assigned to a partition in his brain tapping primal instincts for self-preservation. His body begins subtle movements beyond his control, directed by this second mind to avoid threats and danger.

Extract of shield. AC is now 18.

Unable to move token. Would like to move next to Fastenhyme.

Drawing his cutlass again, Loenor quietly moves into the room and hides behind the wall, awaiting whoever is following them.

Stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Scuffing his foot on the floor loudly, he hopes that the distance and echoes will help mask his movement. He frowns at his ineptitude.

Rapunzel moves forward near to Loenor, trying to keep to the shadows as best she can...

Stealth: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19

As the party makes ready, an Ulfen man, followed by two others appears in the corridor. As he approaches the room, he sees the party and stops. I'll be a son of an owlbear! What are you's doin' here! Who are you!" He bellows.

I see Marianne still out at the obelisk; just noticed that she hasn't posted since the 10th. Hope he's alright.

Yeah, he posted something in his other games about being stuck in France without a passport during a World Cup party. I took over and finshed two of his Gameday PbPs. Haven't heard anyhting from him.

stuck in France without a passport during a World Cup party...yikes

Fästenhyme challenges the group back, "We were here first and claim this site! If you're looking to intrude you'd best think twice!"

"Grrrr, you'll be regrettin' those words little man!" The Ulfen growls as he and his men tighten their grips on their weapons.

Loenor studies the leader as everyone speaks (favored target for now) before chiming in. "You're quite outnumbered and, after the day we've had, we have zero time for games of pride and machismo. So stand down if you want to don't want to become a permanent fixture."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12 Pitiful!

With the possibility for diplomacy quickly evaporating, Arovandeon begins considering the inevitable conflict, the tactics and the setting.

GM, are we certain this room isn't going to blow up again if we disturb more of the ruby pieces?

The Ulfen scoofs at Loenor. "We can handle ourselves."

@Arovandeon: The room actualy blew up as Rapunzel walked toward the ruby pieces.

GM, so if it was going to blow up again it already would have? A fight in here if that trap is still active could be real bad.

GM, so if it was going to blow up again it already would have? A fight in here if that trap is still active could be real bad.

Possibly....unless it hadn't reset yet.

Anyone else going to try to talk to this guy? With Marianne MIA, you sort of lost your diplomancer.

Violence seems inevitable when two competing graverobbers meet.

Izoki squeezes the trigger on the musket aiming at the Ulfen's kneecap and quickly reloads.

ranged touch attack up to 50', deadly aim: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 8 - 1 = 191d12 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

"You'll never dance again, but if you want to live get the hell outta here!"

I don't see his token on the map, but if he is greater than 50' from Izoki then I will burn a Grit to extend the ranged touch to 100'.

(I think that blew off his leg)

Fastenhyme quickly follows Izoki's volley with the last charge of Magic Missiles from his wand at the Ulfen's companion.

1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Did not think it would escalate that quickly... But okay, here we go. Initiative time.

Izoki's will eventually buy a +1 Mercy Double Barrel Musket to avoid lethal consequences in a conflict situation when diplomacy fails. I'll call it The Negotiator. I wish Pathfinder had a mechanic to "shoot a hat off his head" for intimidation checks.